Gord

2014-03-24 12:00 am

Peanut butter, outrageous amounts;
Both on my plate, and in my mouth;
Born of a craving, I now need a drink
To wash all of it out, two coke cans,
Dipping with mustard, pretzels and breadsticks:
The best side dish for a sandwich peanut butter.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Her fifth incarnation in filth, 
The first tragic Buddhavista.
The last magic singer.
The last female singer to open her mouth
and not eat since after Christina,
The first entertainer to entertain us since
the entertainment era entered the picture.
Pictures need to go back to the silent era. 

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

I pause for an applause, but silence fills the room's divide;
They don't like my lines? Well I'm the new pasty wino,
I came here to expound how I... then I left the game to die;
Like the game did to me with crack cocaine,
Which it turns out I like;
You'll niggas don't even smoke crack, viper provides.

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

Dismayed, they go on to play with more singers,
Call girls and you call the band over;
Clearly you plan to continue forward;
With a drum and bass nobody has ever heard of;
Clearly you're like the Doors in the 40's with an in;
Misinformed; Just like Jim Morrison;
A university student proclaiming to know the way that God would live;

Gord

2014-03-18 12:00 am

I dip a dapper super chicken tender;
It's Super Tender !, but whatever;
I'll forget tomorr'a with bongs and reefer;
I'll find myself on a floor 400 dollars poorer.
I'll master this lifestyle by vascect'ing myself;
Then I can curl into a ball and I won't come in my mouth.

Gord

2014-03-17 12:00 am

I eschew words like schlep,
I schedule my days upon lighting torches,
Renewing an old love for delightful chorus.
I see to it that the girl is kempt.

I make sure no golden meal even touch her,
No other lover,
I sure made my love for her seem abundant.
Previewing future proves nothing but true love.
My waifu loves the taste of cheeto dust, 
You know, when we kiss and stuff.

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

Some live like Musical Elite, in a mansion on a hill of beans,
Never to please us with another music piece of relevant release;
Nickel and dime me for the deluxe CD, the pre-order must-see,
the live dvd, 
the artwork book, 
the signed poster in blue, red and green;
I doubt I'll buy all that to hear 'Compositions in C',

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

A virtuoso steps away from the masons of his craft;
He claps and they turn on robotically, 
After lighting up himself;
Lightning cracks,
He cracks up himself,
Robots personify and become addicts;
They releases CD's,
He personifies the 80's,
or the 90's on every single tracks.
8 EP's later he releases the exact same thing out. 

Gord

2014-03-14 12:00 am

Such teeth, Such face,
Over the hills of red,
Ugly white horses run.

Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

No choir of angels come,
this victory feels meaningless.
I leave her behind, I favour to run,
they know not, nothing important,
of mocking the birds,
or humming at bees,
of hitting your son, wife,
or your daughter or anyone else,
anyone if the father pleaseed.

Gord

2014-03-13 12:00 am

A clasp of green.
A feel alive again today.
My high is here to stay,
No Evergreen, Nor pine mine is.
EUCALYPTUS 
I found the fabled forest,
Large enough to raise my kin in.

Gord

2014-03-10 12:00 am

Clowns out and claiming to command towns,
Cowards crown each other to a throne,
Known owers comb until they receive loans.
Mound surrounders manage again, to crow currant.
Furthermore the Kmart manager needs a quality check.
Its impossible when get a rifle if you're 19 or less.
No Columbine situation is a concern of mine,
The town cisterns for sale, and someones buying it.
So I started a militia, mostly dudes and guys.
For parting power of governmental figures.
I outsource mostly for costly screwups and lies.
My block is full of assholes, that I despise.

Gord

2014-03-10 12:00 am

As soon as I get back to my flat.
Fat bowl, crack, Awake 60 minutes,
Then back to my nap.
Then back to my stash,
Then to knock on my neighbours back.
Can I share a stack?
I can see in his eyes, he's ready to snap.
but he puts the cash in my hand, what?

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

I am the Koala that eats eucalyptus.
Additively good as cigarettes is.
I embrace my lack of education,
I can never become king of the matrix.

I am the Human, who also thinks of eucalyptus often.
In my dream I can see leaves, each just as delicious as the last was.
I barely find time to write rhymes,
I am busy gathering more eucalyptus.

I am the prophet, sought after and brought forward.
My eucalyptus addiction has brought me fame and regard.
Retards were entertained by my antics, and I danced with the stars.
Afterwards I dashed back to an apartment, ate eucalyptus for hours.

ENVOY
God, do you hear me?
I beckon thee for leaves.
Not just for me, but for all the people.
The greenest Euc from the finest of trees.

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

Teach me to breathe again,
Teach me to fish among the bears;
Until boars bearing teeth sheath their wares,
and thus keep secret to themselves, cares;

I care naught, to teach me, teach me not;
Those that let me rot gave me teeth;
and then taught me of freedom through proxy;
Thus keep secrets to yourself, forget them not;

In age I will not be forgotten,
A new age will dawn upon them,
A swirl of value, morality is drawn in;
Only remembered are those who ascend to godhead;

Gord

2014-03-07 12:00 am

I just happen to be like abstract logic;
Tacked on at the end of powers of ten
To let you know I'll be right back on this;
I just happen to be like you express notation,
A subtle reference to exceptionally large creation;
The closest I'll come to actually seeing the painting;
I happen to be like two celibate arrows connecting;
The inner sex shun.
Like two chaste fates elope and create one.

Gord

2014-03-05 12:00 am

I feel like Bernie.
The way I sit among the living,
Not yearning for my turn again,
Yearning for a place to lay down,
Learning if I turn the bass down,
The treble will just sound louder.
Este Lauder is 80 dollars a bottle,
and I'm their top seller,
I feel like Bernie the way I Madoff.

Gord

2014-03-01 12:00 am

The wheels of progress stand idle;
Men stand idly by while smiling;
Politicians planning kingships while
Kings devising the downfall of the talking;

My wheels fly dragging the ground behind them;
Idle hands will be chopped off desires;
Deny this and fate is brought to the light while dying;

Crying relatives will not rebut the sounds of the choir;
Desires are heard, disregarded and bound to the sire;